All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries S17E18 Spirits in the Night.e

Oh, you'll not be laughing.

When she comes for
you, my friends.

Barefoot and babbling in
her bloody white gown.

She haunts the cemetery
looking for men to beguile.

If you see her, look away.

Once her eyes meet
yours, all is lost.

You'll be a helpless minion
for the woman in white.

You'll die for
her, kill for her,

Wreak the vengeance that
in life she never could.

And if you believe that,

I got a bridge in Brooklyn
I'd like to sell you!

Well, I do believe I'm
just sozzled enough.

To take an evening drive
in the country air.

Mother of god.

He's missing an ear, sir.

Must have been torn
off by the vehicle.

Well, I don't see
it around anywhere.

Ear today, gone tomorrow.

as it were.

No. I'm sorry, sir.

Uh...

Fellow likely stepped
out in front of a car.

Do you think it was an accident?

I don't believe so, Henry.

Judging from by the
number of tire tracks,

The driver likely backed
up and rolled over.

The victim a number of times.

This was murder.

All right. Thank you.

We'll be in touch if we
have any further questions.

He was cutting through
the cemetery, sir,

When he found the
body lying here.

Other than that,
he knows nothing.

Orville sproul.
Forty-five years of age.

Ah, and what's this, sir?

Looks to be an awl.

The victim was likely
a leather worker.

So, what do we do now?

We look for the vehicle.

Oh, sir, isn't it
likely long gone by now?

Well, it's probably damaged,
Henry, and very close by.

Wha... on foot, sir?

Yes. The exercise
will do us good.

Nothing was stolen?

Not as far as I can tell.

- I don't understand.
- If no crime was committed...

Certainly, this
is a criminal act.

I take it you don't
usually display.

Your wares in such a fashion?

Of course not!

Someone broke in last night
and fiddled with my meat!

It's quite elaborately done.

The-the eiffel tower?
It's ingenious, really.

Find it funny, do you?

Not at all! I'm just saying.

Look at all the
attention it's getting.

Is it not free advertising?

Someone broke into my store!

You know, all that food?

Now I gotta throw it out!

who else has access.

- To the store?
- No one. I own the building.

I rent out the adjacent
storefronts to a bookseller.

And a hat maker.

We live in the apartments
above our stores.

And there was no
signs of forced entry?

None. I-I've no idea
how the intruder got in.

Mr. Peach,

What's your relationship
with your tenants like?

Excellent. They love me.

Mr. Peach overstates
my affection for him.

And the rent increase
hasn't helped.

He raised your rent?

For the second time this year.

Did you have anything to
do with the goings-on.

Inside his store?

What are you talking about?

Well, somebody rearranged his
wares in bizarre displays;

Towers of beef upon pork;

Shingles of mutton;

Columns of sausage.

I can assure you that wasn't me,

But something odd occurred
in my store, as well.

- Oh, really?
- Look what they did.

To my books!

All the spines are facing in!

Meat sculptures?

Are you seriously
asking me this?

I'm just doing my job, ma'am.

Then you should
leave me to do mine,

So I can earn enough to cover
this exorbitant rent increase.

Mr. Peach raised
your rent as well?

Mm-hmm.

Did you argue with him about it?

I complained, vehemently.

And I suspect mr. Peach
has engaged in some sort.

Of campaign of mischief in
order to rattle me. Look!

I don't understand.

does this look like.

Emu to you?

I've never seen an emu before.

My feathers have all been
rearranged and mislabelled!

I see.

Come on, lads! Put
some muscle into it!

My grandmother could do better!

I'm not sure shouting at them.

Will help them go
any faster, Henry.

What do you recommend?

Perhaps you could help them?

Sir.

All right.

All right.

Ah-ha!

Mr. Sproul's ear.

We have our murder weapon.

And soon we will
have the murderer.

Run down by an automobile.
You're thinking it's murder?

The evidence thus far points
to a deliberate killing.

I did some digging
on your victim.

What did you find?

Nothing particularly noteworthy.

Orville sproul was a bachelor
who made leather goods.

His neighbours said
he kept to himself.

They have no idea why
anyone would harm him.

Was he robbed?

There's money in his wallet.

Sir.

I've traced that license plate.

- Who's the owner?
- A mr. Charlie hall.

I knew you coppers'd find me.

A little quicker
than I imagined.

Are you admitting you
murdered Orville sproul?

Yes. I mean, no, no.

I...

I hit him with my car,
but it wasn't my fault.

Whose fault was it, then?

The woman in white.

I beg your pardon?

It's a local legend.

I-I never... I
never believed it,

But I saw her last night.
She was near the cemetery.

Barefoot and bedraggled with
her hollow eyes and gaping maw.

A-and then bam, my
car hit something.

I didn't know it was a
man until I backed up.

To-to see what I ran over.

Running over him a second time.

And-and then I... I panicked.

Mother o' god.

Then ran over him a third time.

Had you been
drinking, by chance?

A little. But that's no crime.

Unfortunately, no.

But leaving the scene
of an accident is.

What can I do for
you, mr. Peach?

- It's gotten worse.
- So very much worse.

I would say exponentially worse.

What's happened now?

that's one of my hats!

That's 30 pounds of
prime beef ruined.

That's my book.

Your what?

That novel.

I wrote that.

You're George crab tree?

I love your work.

Thank you. Is it selling at all?

Uh... Not particularly.

Right. Then, let's get inside.

And we'll get to
the bottom of this.

This is so exciting.

We just don't get stores
like these in puslinch!

Oh, well, this is a
wonderful milliner.

oh, my!

They certainly do things
differently in the big city.

Indeed, they do.

- Shall we continue?
- Yes, yes.

Do you think a murder
charge will stick?

According to mr. Hall, a
ghostly woman in white.

Orchestrated the car accident,

Which is either
deliberate fabrication,

Or a figment of his imagination.

Hall may try to use his
intoxication as an excuse.

Regardless,

Charlie hall killed Orville
sproul with his car.

oh.

Ju-just a moment!

Detective Murdoch.

Oh! Miss hart. Yes.

I see. Right.

Thank you.

Uh, charlie hall did not kill
Orville sproul with his car.

According to miss hart,
mr. Sproul was already dead.

When mr. Hall hit
him with his car.

He'd been stabbed in the chest.

I saw her with my own eyes!

The woman in white!

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You'll have to explain.

Sir, may we help you?

I saw the woman in white.

Last night. She was
wandering between the graves,

Staring with those vacant eyes.

I saw her and she saw me!

I feared for my life.

That sounds like the woman
charlie hall saw last night.

Are you up for a stroll
through the graveyard?

Sir.

The premises have been
thoroughly searched.

There's no signs
of forced entry.

Correct.

The locks have been changed.

Nobody can gain access to your
businesses without these keys.

Thank you.

So there should be
no more mischief.

Well, unless the perpetrator's
slipping through the walls.

Like a phantom.

A phantom? Oh, you don't think?

No, I don't think
it was a phantom!

No! It-it...

That is not something
a rational member.

Of the Toronto
constabulary would think.

So, no, I do not think that.

I was sittin' over
there on the bench.

And I saw the woman in white.

She was walking
in this direction.

Then what did you do?

Being a god-fearing man,

I'm not ashamed to
tell you, I ran.

Right.

Uh, we'll contact you.

With our findings. Thank you.

Perhaps we should speak
to the inhabitants.

In that place? They
might know something.

Could that be our
woman in white?

Have you become a believer?

I believe I may have
just seen a woman.

She was wearing white.

Movements were strange.

Everything about
this is strange.

Toronto constabulary!

What do you want?

I'm detective William Murdoch.

- Yes. Clarence grundy.
- Again, what do you want?

The woman upstairs.
Is she your wife?

Yes. My lovely Camilla.

I'd like to have
a word with her.

Mm. Now's not a good time.

Clarence! Help!

Uh...

Good god.

- Help! Please!
- It's all right, miss.

- Clarence!
- You're safe now.

- Help me!
- Camilla!

- What on earth is this?
- It's for her own good.

I highly doubt that.

Mr. Grundy, you are under
arrest for unlawful restraint.

- I...
- Hold there. I can help you.

No.

Ugh, you don't understand!

- We understand just fine.
- You are in need of help.

Yes, she is. On that we agree.

Please! Please!
I'm a somnambulist!

Uh, is that another
word for murderer?

Oh, Camilla. Not again.

This is dr. Julia ogden.

And she is going
to be performing.

A psychological assessment.

Oh! Um, I'm not feeble-minded.

- No one said you were.
- I'm simply here to ensure.

That you're of sound mind.

Do those abrasions hurt?

Oh, no, I've... I've grown
accustomed to the straps.

How long have you
been sleepwalking?

Since I was 13.

And I don't just walk.

I do all kinds of
things in my sleep.

Um, I never remember afterwards,
but I've heard the tales.

Mrs. Grundy, what did
your husband mean.

When he said, "oh, no,
Camilla. Not again?"

Um, well,

I had a cat and I loved him,

But...

I killed him when
I was sleepwalking.

Strangled him with
my bare hands.

Oh, dear.

That's why I started
using the straps.

I was afraid I
would do more evil.

A man named Orville
sproul has been killed,

Stabbed in the chest.

Witnesses report seeing
a woman dressed in white.

Wandering near the cemetery.

I don't know
anything about that.

Were you wearing
your restraints.

The night before last?

Oh, um, no.

Um, it had just been so long.

Since there was an incident
and we just thought, um...

Well, um, we were of a mind.

To have intimate relations,
so we went without.

I-I don't know that
dead man, poor soul.

I-I don't even know what
you're talking about.

Detective Murdoch, I'd
like a bit of privacy.

To further examine mrs. Grundy.

Of course, doctor.

I await your assessment.

Please, please, we demand
to see the constable!

We're surrounded by
constables. Pick one.

Not just any constable.
It has to be him!

There he is!

We need you, George crab tree!

Uh, what can I...

What happened to you?

He was pushed down
the basement stairs.

By the ghost.

There is no ghost!

There is. I've heard
voices at night.

- The floorboards creak.
- There are strange odours.

And what exactly
would you have me do.

About these admittedly strange,

But also perfectly
explicable, goings-on?

- Investigate!
- Investigate what?

The previous owner of
the building. She died.

Her name was Gladys nutter.

We think she's haunting us.

You need to figure out
how to make her leave.

Do you have a diagnosis?

Camilla grundy is
a somnambulist.

Sleepwalking is a
legitimate phenomenon.

So, you believe she murdered
Orville sproul in her sleep?

Well, I'm not
willing to speculate.

Frankly, it would
be unethical for me.

To further discuss the private
health concerns of a patient.

Patient?

Yes. I've decided to serve.

As mrs. Grundy's
personal physician.

And I believe I also know who
her personal lawyer will be.

And how goes the
mighty ghost hunter?

Well, I'm trying to
remain objective, Henry.

I mean, these people need help.

I can't very well
ignore them entirely.

I'll look through a few
records, shuffle a few papers.

The least I can do is
give the appearance.

Of making an effort.

What have you got so far?

Gladys nutter's
death certificate,

Which gives the
date of her death,

The place of interment,

Wisteria grove necropolis,

But doesn't provide
cause of death.

Hm.

Thank you very
much for coming in.

Identifying mrs. Grundy
as the woman you saw.

In your cemetery will help
our case tremendously.

Glad to help, detective.

Excuse me, sir?

You're the caretaker at
wisteria grove necropolis,

- Aren't you?
- I am. Gary cardinal.

- Constable George crab tree.
- I'm investigating.

A-a case that involves a
woman buried in your cemetery.

There are hundreds buried there.

Her name is Gladys nutter.

Aww.

You won't find mrs. Nutter's
grave in my cemetery.

No? It says here...

You won't find it
because it's unmarked,

Like all the graves of suicides.

I make it my business
to remember them.

Because no one else does.

She killed herself?

God rest her soul.

Hanged herself in her basement.

There's no gravestone,

But I planted a pine
tree there in her memory.

Well, thank you, sir.

Hanged herself.

In the basement,

Which is where the bookseller
was shoved down the stairs.

Henry, you know what this means?

Dear god. It is a ghost.

Ugh...

You're so very sure
that you're right.

Why would mrs. Grundy.

Return home and remove
all evidence of her crime.

If she wasn't conscious
of what she had done?

- Well, I disagree.
- There are numerous documented.

Cases of people doing bizarre
things in their sleep.

Preparing elaborate meals,

Jumping out of windows
and attacking loved ones.

Mrs. Grundy's actions seem
planned and deliberate.

Which is why I
will be testifying.

On behalf of the crown.

Well, sleepwalking
has been deemed.

A legitimate defense for
other murder suspects.

And it should be no
different for mrs. Grundy,

Which is why I will be
testifying for the defense.

Effie, are you ready
to learn the tango?

I was born ready, George.

Now, slow, slow.

Quick, quick, slow.

I have to admit, I'm
a bit nonplussed.

I promised myself I wasn't going
to get lured into this case.

Now I find myself flirting
with the paranormal again.

- Left foot slide.
- Left foot slide. Oh, sorry.

I'm feeling a bit
frazzled myself.

Not sure how I'm
going to pull off.

This sleepwalking defense.

Mrs. Crabtree, you know
you're going to win this case.

Thank you, mr. Crabtree.

Now, regrettably, I must
cut this lesson short.

I have lots to prepare
for tomorrow. Big day.

Somnambulism has
clear legal precedent,

Having been successfully argued
in at least two prior cases.

It is my intention to
prove to this court.

That mrs. Camilla
grundy was sleepwalking.

On the night of
Orville sproul's death.

And is therefore not
criminally responsible.

Thank you.

The prosecution has the floor.

Thank you, your honour.

Esteemed members of the jury,

The, uh, crown will not
insult your intelligence.

By addressing my learned
friend's claims of somnambulism.

Instead, we will
call to the stand.

Our first expert witness,

Detective William Murdoch.

Detective Murdoch,

Mrs. Grundy has claimed
she never met the deceased.

Do you dispute that claim?

I do.

And why is that?

My search of the police records.

Has revealed that last year,

Mr. Sproul reported mrs. Grundy.

To the Toronto constabulary
for shoplifting.

Reporting on a shoplifting?

And would you consider
that motive for murder?

I've known people
to kill for less.

No further questions.

Your honour, the defense
requests a recess.

Granted.

Why did you conceal the fact
that you knew mr. Sproul?

Because it looks bad that he
reported me to the police.

You're right. It
gives the appearance.

- You wanted revenge.
- No. No, not at all.

When I told him that I needed
the leather for the restraints,

He withdrew the charge.

Orville was a kind man.

Did you and he become friends?

He said he would make the
restraining device for me.

If I would just sit and
read Walt Whitman to him.

Walt Whitman, the poet?

Mm-hmm. And Oscar
wilde and rossetti.

We'd spend hours reading and
chatting while he worked.

He was a sensitive,
artistic soul.

I take it your
relationship was platonic.

Oh, completely.

I love my husband.

And, um...

Well, I don't really think
that mr. Sproul fancied ladies.

We were just friends.

He was a good friend.

I think I've killed my friend.

Do you think mrs. Grundy.

Will be found guilty, sir?

If rational minds prevail.

How is your investigation
coming along?

Sir, I believe the
ghost of Gladys nutter.

Is terrorizing the
building's tenants.

The world has gone mad.

Beg pardon, sir?

I thought you were attempting.

A more rational
approach this time?

- Yes, sir. Indeed, I am.
- That's why I've come.

To ask for your help in
proving this scientifically.

I have in my possession
an ingenious invention.

Given me by my father-in-law,

Which can detect the presence
of otherworldly beings.

The use of your night vision
camera would be very useful.

Is that right?

Yes. And, uh,

What's that, uh,
ballo... Bolo...

Bolometer.

What does that detect exactly?

Infrared heat.

Yes. That would be
very useful, as well.

Unless, I suppose it's possible.

That ghosts don't
generate body heat.

In fact, most people report.

Feeling a cold chill
as a ghost walks by.

I suppose I could calibrate it.

To detect lower than
normal body temperatures.

Sir! Splendid! I
accept your offer.

You accept...? I...

All right, George. Yes.

All in the name of science.

Excellent!

I just don't understand.

Why you didn't tell
me that mr. Sproul.

Had reported mrs.
Grundy for stealing.

As an officer of the law,

I am not obliged to help
defense attorneys win cases.

Why are you so sure that
mrs. Grundy is a killer?

Julia, I do not wish
to fight with you.

You should be aiming your
ire at Camilla grundy.

For lying to you about her
association with the victim.

She had her reasons for
lying, although misguided.

I'm sure she also had her
reasons for claiming amnesia.

Somnambulism!

Not amnesia, William!

Call it what you will.

It's all deception.

Oh!

Slow, slow.

Quick, quick, slow.

I can't believe I neglected
to look into the police files.

I was too focused on that
sleepwalking defense.

Effie, it's a small obstacle.

That you're going
to work through.

I'm sure you're going
to win this case.

- You really think so?
- Yes, I'm sure of it.

Just as I'm sure I'm about
to come face to face.

With the supernatural.

So you're leaving?

Effie, I have to.

Detective Murdoch is
tuning the bolometer.

So he can help me scientifically
prove that ghosts exist.

That's wonderful, darling.

I love you, mrs. Crabtree.

I...

Love you, mr. Crabtree.

Right then. Miss Driscoll,
you take this device.

This can detect the
presence of ghosts,

Phantoms, non-humans in general.

Ah, mr. Peach, you take
the night vision camera.

This can photograph things.

Even hidden in the darkness.

Mr. Bland, you keep an
eye on the ouija board.

The dead might try to
communicate with us.

Through this. And I.

Will operate the bolometer,

Which can reveal...

Invisible entities.

Right then. If we're ready,
let's get on with it.

We are here...

To contact the spirit.

Of Gladys nutter.

Spirit, please reveal yourself.

Do you smell that?

A woodsy scent,
like pine needles.

Pine?

Gladys nutter has a pine tree.

Instead of the
headstone at her grave.

Gladys nutter,

Are you here with
us? Give us a sign!

Get out of my house!

Get out of my house.

Get out of my house!

Oh.

Good lord.

Ah, check your instruments.

Oh my god.

That's her.

We have her.

Wait 'til detective
Murdoch sees this.

Mr. Cardinal, describe
what you witnessed.

On the night in question.

I was enjoying the moonlight.

After doing my rounds,

And then I saw her.

What are you looking at?

She was wandering around,

Muttering to herself.

And staring with empty eyes.

Now, do these seem to be
the actions of someone.

In control of their
own capacities?

Or, rather, someone
who's stumbling about.

In the wilderness of their
own unconscious mind?

Now, mr. Hall, you left
the tavern around midnight?

The witching hour.
I-I did indeed.

I see. And can you tell us.

What happened as you were
driving along shadd Cary bend?

I turned a corner.

And there she was
lingering by the cemetery,

Her gown was pure white,

White as the driven snow.

And then...

Cross-examination, counselor?

Mr. Hall, you state
that mrs. Grundy's gown.

Was pure white, white
as the driven snow.

'twas.

Ghostly and-and gleaming
in the... In the...

Under the full moon.

And you spotted her
immediately before.

You ran over mr. Sproul,
is that correct?

- He was already dead.
- The body was lying in the road.

The crown suggests that mrs.
Grundy stabbed mr. Sproul.

Just before he was
run over by mr. Hall.

Now, if that is the case, then
how did mrs. Grundy manage.

To keep her gown "pure white",

White as the driven snow,"
after she allegedly.

Stabbed a man to death?

Objection! Your honour, a
drunkard's hazy recollection.

About the colour
of a woman's frock.

Can hardly be deemed
reliable testimony.

Two witnesses have placed
Camilla grundy at the scene.

Of Orville sproul's murder.

Why else would she
have been there.

Without nefarious intent?

Your honour, I intended to ask
mrs. Grundy this exact question.

While she is under hypnosis.

In order to retrieve mrs.
Grundy's recollections.

Of the night in question,

Dr. Ogden will be
hypnotizing her.

Now, if we could please
clear the gallery.

And dim the lights.

You feel warm and safe.

You're awake, but calm.

Your eyes growing heavy.

As I count down.

Three.

Two.

One.

Now, you're walking
through the graveyard.

On a full-moon night.

Tell me what you see.

Lucifer.

What's that?

Lucifer.

Oh, Lucifer. Lucifer!

Lucifer! Lucifer!

Order! I demand you end this.

You will awaken!

Your honour, may I have.

A moment alone with my client?

Step down, mrs. Grundy.

Lucifer was our cat. Our tabby.

And, uh, what
became of this cat?

I remind you, mr. Grundy,
you are under oath.

Camilla killed him.

While she was sleepwalking.

Strangled him with
her bare hands.

Uh, please, have mercy
on my good Camilla.

She's a good woman. She's
harmless while she's awake.

And-and not responsible for
her actions while asleep.

The prosecution rests.

The court will take a recess.

You may step down, mr. Grundy.

We need to find some way
to prove that you weren't.

In control of your
actions that night.

I do have an idea.

How long do you expect the
jury to waste their time.

Watching this murderer sleep?

We are well aware
of how eagerly.

You wish to condemn
this poor woman,

But the judge has ruled
to allow this process.

You must simply
allow it to play out.

This proves nothing.

Patience, counselor.

Lovely.

- Mere playacting.
- Shh.

You can't really expect us
to believe she's asleep.

Oh.

oh, dear god.

Camilla! Wake up!

Anything further, counselor?

Uh, no, your honour,
not at this time.

this court is adjourned.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, your honour.

We find the defendant,
Camilla grundy.

Not guilty of the murder
of Orville sproul.

Thank you.

pine needles.

It's the ghost of Gladys nutter.

Reveal yourself, spirit!

Get out of my house!

Get out of my house!

Sir, I told you!

George.

Perhaps the addition.

Of radio frequency
to the bolometer...

Has enabled it to, uh...

Enabled it to see
what's behind the wall.

Get out of my house, get out!

Oh!

Pine needles.

Your name is perry so la no?

It is.

How did you end up
living behind the walls.

Of mr. Peach's building?

It's mrs. Nutter's
building, not his.

You knew Gladys nutter?

Very well.

She wanted to rent out her
building, so she hired me.

To convert it into three
separate businesses.

You then took it upon yourself.

To torment the residents
after she died.

She promised she'd leave me
the property in her will.

I was like a son to her.

So, what, she went
back on her word?

The will was never found.

So the city sold
off my property.

It's not your property.

I know that building
better than anyone.

Climbing behind the walls,

Searching for the
missing will at night.

But you never found it,

So you decided to scare.

The residents out
of the building.

It was a brilliant plan.

And when I heard that
the famous writer.

Constable George crab
tree was on the case,

I knew my plan would work.

I've heard you
believe in all sorts.

Of otherworldly things.

I suppose I should
congratulate you.

On mrs. Grundy's acquittal.

Yes, you should.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Even if...

Mrs. Grundy was sleepwalking.

When she murdered
Orville sproul,

Shouldn't there be consequences?

Well, you're entitled
to your beliefs.

There has to be
something I've missed.

Let it go.

There's something about.

Mrs. Grundy's relationship
with Orville sproul.

What led him to the graveyard.

At that time of night
in the first place?

And how did she happen to
be there at the same time?

You're torturing yourself.

perhaps you just
need to accept.

That you're not always right.

Yes, hello, operator.

Detective llewellyn watts
on maitland street, please.

Here's the last of the evidence.

Retrieved from Orville
sproul's residence.

Thank you, watts.

I realize my late-night request
for help is highly unusual.

Mm, yes, considering the
case has already been tried.

I simply cannot rid my
mind of the feeling.

That there is more to this
murder than meets the eye.

I could help you if I knew
what you were looking for.

Ooh, Oscar wilde.

Therein lies the rub, detective.

I have no idea.

Well, what if I return home?

She set the entire thing up.

D-d-don't do this!
I-I-I love you!

Confess, you heartless
bastard. Confess!

Tell me.

No, Camilla, stop. Please!

You let me think that
I killed her cat.

But I remembered
in the courtroom.

When I saw that
pocket watch swinging.

You killed Lucifer.
You strangled him.

With your watch chain! Admit it!

I-I confess! I did it. I...

You loved that cat
more than me and I...

And Orville?

You killed him, too, didn't you?

Confess!

Mrs. Grundy, stop.

You sent the note to
Orville sproul, didn't you?

It was you who sent the message.

Answer me, or I will let your
wife finish her business.

I thought they were
having an affair.

So I got rid of him.

I knew they wouldn't
convict you, Camilla.

Mr. Grundy, you
are under arrest.

For the murder of
Orville sproul.

Morning, mr. Solano!

Morning, constable!

You're still here?

The store owners agreed
to drop all charges.

If I repair the damage I caused.

And do some building
maintenance.

It's not much of a
job. Do it again.

There's a creaky
floorboard in my shop.

As soon as I'm done
here, I'll head on over.

I'll catch my death.

If you don't seal
these drafty windows!

Mr. Solano, I believe you
fared better a phantom.

A toast to my brilliant wife.

And to my delightful husband.

Congratulations on
winning your case, effie.

Congratulations on
solving yours, George.

Mrs. Crabtree?

Mr. Crabtree?

- Constable.
- Oh.